For me what is pleasant about a year’s festivities is the
fact they are a ritual. I think that as humans we subsist on the ritual. In our
past 2019 Christmas one of those rituals is to hang from a red string the tin
Christmas ornaments that Mexican poet and novelist has sent me over the years.
I remember that one year the envelope containing an ornament came all the way
from Paris.

When I was writing yesterday’s blog on the fact that it was
Aridjis’s 80th birthday I found in his file this little charro tin
ornament. I had forgotten it.